I've Never Enjoyed Myself. I'm Incapable Of

We Want To Be Famous As A Writer, As A Poet, As A Painter, As A Politician, As A Singer, Or What You Will. Why? Becauwse We Really Don't Lov What We Are Doing. If You Loved To Sing, Or To Paint, Or To Write Poems - If You Really Loved It - You Would Not Be Concerned With Whether You Are Famous Or Not. ... Our Present Education Is Rotten Because It Teaches Us To Love Nothing Is Allowed To Die In A Society Of Storytelling People.

I Am Not Perfect." It Came Out In A Rush Of Breath. "see I Thought I Was. Thank God I Ain't. See A Perfect Thing Ain't Got A Chance. The World Kills It, Everything Perfect. (listen To Him!) Now See A Thing That Ain't Perfect, It Grows Like A Weed. Yeah, Like A Weed! A Thing That Ain't Perfect Gets Hand Clapping, Smiles, Takes The Wire An Easy Winner. But The World Ain't Set Up Right If You Perfect. You Lible To Run Right Into A Brick Wall. Looks Like Suicide. All The Weeds Say, Looka There, It Suicide!

I Believe Some People Are Just Too Damn Smart To Write Fiction.

Speaks Well Of A Man To Need A Little Something In This World. I Wouldn't Trust A Man Who Could Git Through It Cold Sober.

Survival Is Triumph Enough.